what can you say?

It must have been about 9:30 in the morning in New Delhi because it was 10:30 p.m. here.  The person speaking with the crisp, ultra-polite Indian accent had just guided me through what to him must have seemed like the absurdly simple task of changing my user name for my credit card website.  He was thanking me for everything: for holding on while he checked my account, for allowing him to proceed
to check with a 'specialist' sine I didn't have a 'security word,' for giving him my credit card number.  It was uncomfortable trying to cope with the undue respect he was offering me.  Shortly, the process was complete and I was relieved that he didn't ask me to 'participate in a brief online survey' to indicate how pleased I was with the experience.  His voice suddenly sounded a little weary.  "Take care, Mr. Star," he said.  "Thank you, you too," I replied.  And then I thought:  "How should I take care?'  Take care for what?  Aren't we all waiting for the same thing, when, free at last, we don't have to 'take care' any more?  It was as if we formed a universal brotherhood where the fate of all beings formed a common bond...